Start as a Temple Spirit

When Yiwu said this, he saw that everyone had a look of "keep going", so he continued: "The power of Tongxuan realm is manifested at the peak period."

"The peak stage is also called the body-building and profound enlightenment stage, which means that the body has achieved a small success and possesses the power of profound enlightenment."

"For example, he could transform into a small giant, draw the energy of heaven and earth into his body, and become a small god of war, with skin of steel and bones, a strength of ten thousand pounds, and energy flowing like a stream, so that he could hold his own against ten thousand men."

"By the way, the peak of the Tongxuan realm can extend one's lifespan by 200 years, so he is jokingly called the old centenarian."

After he finished speaking, Yiwu couldn't help but feel happy, because he had the hope of reaching the peak of Tongxuan realm, becoming a centenarian, and watching the Forgotten Township develop and grow.

"Shouldn't it be an old monster?" The big dog couldn't help but mutter.

The next second, the kind old man turned into a tough veteran.

On the rock wall, there were suddenly cries of “Ahhhhh” and hearty laughter.

The rosy glow dyed the sky red, and the rosy clouds floated in the sky like red silk, dyeing the sky and the earth.

When the group reached the entrance of the village, they saw a team of ox carts pulling bamboo baskets full of millet moving on the mountain road.

Because the mountain road was steep, the ox cart was only loaded with two bamboo baskets about one meter high.

The basket was filled with newly harvested millet, weighing about two to three hundred kilograms.

"Haha, this year's another bumper harvest. We can be a little extravagant and make some wine." Yi Jin looked at the ox caravan and laughed heartily.

"The Second Elder is right." Da Niu and Da Gou responded immediately.

These two couldn't help but smack their lips.

"Brew it then, but you have to use old grain. The new grain has to be saved for emergencies." Yiwu touched his beard and nodded in agreement. He was also a wine lover.

"It seems like there are guests." Shang Liangshan looked at the middle-aged man in the convoy who was carrying a wooden box and talking to an old farmer who was leading cattle.

"Hmm." Upon hearing this, Yiwu and others looked carefully and soon found the middle-aged man with a wooden box on his back.

"Carrying a wooden box? His clothes don't look like he's from the Shiwan Mountains. He looks more like a carpenter." Yi Jin expressed his opinion.

"Carpenter? No, no, no, a carpenter is not capable of this. He traveled through the vast mountains and came to our Forgotten Town alone. If the old man is not mistaken, he should be a disciple of the Mohist School." Yiwu stroked his beard and said.

"Mohist school, the Mohist school that can make mechanical beasts?" Yibao exclaimed in surprise.

"Seeing that he is unharmed and calm, that should be it." Yi Jin nodded.

"Whether it is true or not, we will know after we welcome the guests." The remaining Wu walked hurriedly towards the corridor along the village wall.

Mohism is a powerful school of thought whose central idea is to love all and not to attack. It is deeply respected by the people and has brought benefits to hundreds of thousands of villages and towns in the mountains.

"Clan leader, second elder." The old farmers who drove the ox carts into the village greeted them one after another, and then locked their eyes on Shang Liangshan.

They had never seen this person, but strangely, this person made them respect him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Well, this is the new seventh elder of our Forgotten Township, his name is Liangshan. After you store the grain, remember to go to the temple to burn incense and fulfill your wishes." Yiwu said, winking at the group of old farmers.

"temple…"

"Yes, yes, yes. We must burn incense and fulfill our vows to thank the temple spirits for protecting this area. They have brought good weather and a bumper harvest to our Forgotten Township." The old farmer, who understood, immediately interrupted the former.

"Hello, Seventh Elder." The old farmers who had reacted came to their senses and greeted Shang Liangshan one after another. They were extremely excited because they had seen the living temple spirit.

"Hello, fellow villagers." Shang Liangshan responded warmly, making the old farmers feel like they were in spring breeze.

"Hey, hello, Seventh Elder." The old farmer who pulled the cart into the village greeted Shang Liangshan with a silly smile, and was genuinely happy.

"Hello, Seventh Elder." The militiamen guarding the village gate also joined in the fun.

"You guys, as soon as you saw the Seventh Elder, you forgot about me, the clan leader." Yiwu said jealously.

"Hello, Chief." Everyone greeted in unison and then burst into laughter, filling the village gate with laughter and joy, and also leaving the middle-aged man who was staying at the village gate confused.

The convoy drove out of the village gate. Yiwu led a group of people and walked towards the middle-aged man. He clasped his fists and said with a hearty smile: "Old man Yiwu, the leader of the Forgotten Village, respectfully welcomes the distinguished guests."

"Yang Chao, a disciple of Mohist school. Greetings to the patriarch of the Yi clan and to all of you." The middle-aged man Yang Chao clasped his fists and introduced himself in return.

"Haha, so you are a disciple of Mohist school. Please come into the village and have a chat." A gleam of light flashed in Yi Wu's eyes, and he laughed heartily. He walked forward, took Yang Chao's hand, and led him into the village, fearing that he would run away.

Yi Jin, with his eyes shining, took three steps at a time and stood behind Yang Chao, almost drawing his sword to confront him.

Seeing this, Yang Chao smiled bitterly and said, "Don't worry, Patriarch, I will stay in your village for a few days and do my best to help you."

"Haha, this is what the old man was waiting for. Brother Yang, to be honest, we in Forgotten Township were fortunate enough to receive help from Mohist disciples ten years ago. The barrel cart was built by the sage for our township." Yiwu said happily.

"So that's how it is." Yang Chao suddenly realized. No wonder he felt a sense of familiarity when he saw the barrel wheel. It turned out to be the masterpiece of his fellow schoolmate. It seems that this Forgotten Village has a close connection with the Mohist School. It also proves that this village is a good village, not an evil village.

Thinking of this, he asked his fellow student's name.

"The sage is respectfully called Mu Tou. He stayed in our village for more than three months before leaving to continue his practice of universal love." Yi Wu said with a look of regret, pointing at Yi Jin and said, "He is the sage's registered disciple, the second elder of Forgotten Village, Yi Jin."

"Yang Chao greets senior brother." After being surprised, Yang Chao bowed to Yi Jin.

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it." Yijin waved his hands repeatedly.

Yang Chao smiled kindly and did not force it. He told her his other purpose, which was to find his relatives.

"Yang Yuehua? Why does this name sound so familiar?" Yi Jin couldn't help but mutter after hearing Yang Chao call out the name of his relative.

Yang Chao, who had originally had no hope, trembled all over when he heard this, and hope surged in his heart.

In order to fulfill his father's dying wish, he went into the Shiwan Mountains alone, searched hundreds of villages, and inquired about the news of his aunt whom he had never met. Today, he finally got his reward.

There was a "pop" sound, and it was Yiwu kicking Yijin's butt. The former said unhappily: "This is the name of your third sister, Wangmu."

"Pa" Yijin slapped his head and said, "Yes, yes, that's right, Third Sister used to be called this. Let's go find Third Sister."

"Brother, how old is the third sister you mentioned?" Yang Chao asked, suppressing his excitement.

"Fifty-six." Yijin responded and recounted the past.

Yang Yuehua was the pharmacist of their Thousand Man Battalion and also the wife of their centurion. Later, the Ghost King led millions of evil spirits to wreak havoc in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The centurion died in battle, and before his death he asked them to take good care of his wife.

The Yiwu and their companions kept this in mind and fled here with Yang Yuehua, establishing the Forgotten Township and changing its name to Forgotten Wood. They have been alone ever since.

After listening to this, Yang Chao felt more certain. According to his father, his aunt's husband was a centurion and his aunt was a military pharmacist.